I didn't know LYFE played the game...It has it set of rules...that it knew my name...I was held captive...no way to escape...LYFE gives away , and it takes...I didn't know, no matter how honest I would become...I had to hurt so bad...and become numb...before I could survive...I was a passenger on the other side...LYFE had the keys took me for a joy ride...It dropped me off...where it wanted me to be...I had to figure it all out...how could something , give birth to me...but yet , try to slay me...what was this about...l was like a innocent child...protecting my virginity...just to figure out...LYFE was my worst enemy...and then , it happened , it chewed me up , and spat me out...It took a piece of me...I could never get back...no longer could I trust...I feared another attack...how could I ever be the same...LYFE , has no face...who was I to blame...I figured out , I wasn't in control...It didn't matter , whether I was young or old...I had to play by its set of rules...the more adversity , the heart becomes harder...then you begin to play Lyfe's game...the more tears you shed...LYFE takes you a little farther...until the pain , don't hurt again...now , you are all numb inside...ready to wear lyfe's name...and now , you have learned , how to survive.
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hymnagen says: Wow, catmartan. this was a really sobering read. It's difficult for me to accept not having some control in this game. This piece makes you rethink some things though. |
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